[i]This time. This time. This time![/i] Vivian thought frustratingly as the buses rolled on, staring intently out the window. "Bloody hell!" she had exclaimed as the buses came upon Hawthorn, aggressively kicking the seat in front of her. Her golden eyes flickered about and she found some guards to glare at. [i]They must have something stopping us from using our powers,[/i] she realized. When the buses finally came to a stop, she filtered off the bus with the rest of the sheep. She'd like to release some stress, but the young woman was stripped of all belongings but the clothes on her back. And she couldn't take on these people without a weapon or her powers--especially with the guards around. They didn't trust her with a [i]pen[/i]. An older man was droning on with some welcome as she looked around at her new neighbors, a confident smirk replacing her angry glare. [i]Funny you need such armed guards at a such a happy facility,[/i] she thought curiously, her eyes continuing to wander about as she absorbed her surroundings.